Author Archives: istsfor manity

Discomfiture Disco Discomfit the disco dancer whose boogie shoes are too much to bear. Panfilo is a bear of a man, dark tufts sprouting from his open collar — a cornicello impossibly lost in that dark thicket of chest hair. … Continue reading →

day of the dead dream / as per instruction toothy deadheads sugar skulls leer at the exiled falangist’s autoerotic death by hanging & the bolshevik’s ice pick mambo the streets of pachuca on the day of the dead feral cats … Continue reading →

she was scared / i talk sacred she was scared for me to know said her father said her favorite thing then it went wrong and even though I talk sacred i used to see her father too “For me, … Continue reading →

More Speaking In Tongues (from 30 Songs In 30 Stories)  I. Astral Twisters Yes, my name is Jesús. Jesús Montero. But I’m tired of being called “Jesus.” Everyday the kids at school harass me for miracles: “hover in the air, … Continue reading →

tips (blackout poem #73) tips from 3 point flats beware cut your kids & invite people into their clothes the beds they slept in their car seats never give details & avoid mechanics dont dream its been done too often … Continue reading →

Shadow Is A Ruin “Dig, Digby, dig!” Digby stomps on his shadow in the schoolyard. He tries to blot it out because it won’t stop following him. Digby believes the shadow rains down the indignities he suffers, although he doesn’t … Continue reading →

limn the nimbus the outline of my being on the edge of bardo-trip 25 more milligrams of lsd subcutaneously, dear goodbye it’s been good and i have loved you true this ochre light beckons prick me know please leave my … Continue reading →

A Day Gray February Dark thought on a gray day — gray in every gradation: 18% gray card gray the ideal photographic gray of wet city streets & shards of east river gray the cold of gainsboro gray rain dead-eye … Continue reading →

let be be finale of seem… It’s all about noise. About the back and forth of improvisational counterpoint — an F flat ostinato call here, an arpeggio of the B scale in response there…  like the scale of wildfires and … Continue reading →

origin myths i found my name on a t-shirt folded in thirds on a still warm body: a nice lady named ruth was wearing said t-shirt and i was wearing an open mind that day… i’m a truncated word-person looking … Continue reading →